The kiss grew increasingly desperate, our tongues meeting in long, slow strokes.
This was so much better than having to relive the memory of our first kiss, and all I wanted to do was rub up against him like a bitch in heat. Maybe he could read my mind, because his hips started grinding against mine, and his big dick dug into my stomach. Fuck, yes.
Emboldened by this, I bit down on his lower lip, which caused him to pull away with a deep “Shit” and attack my neck instead. His stubble scratched my skin in the most delicious way, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I found traces of him there later on.
My head fell to the side, allowing him better access to maul my neck. He wasn’t gentle, tender, or even careful. No, he devoured me with an intensity that made even my fantasies of him look tame. He was completely feral for me, and I loved it.
I arched my back, pressing my breasts against him. Everything around us was forgotten, and I honestly wasn’t sure what I would’ve done if some idiot hadn’t whistled our way and yelled, “Get a room” as he walked by. Colt’s head shot up, and he glared so murderously at the group of freshmen, they left in a hurry.
Out of breath, we gazed at each other, our eyes locked. Fearing that he might pull away, I let slid my hands to the back of his neck, intertwining them there. He’d have a hard time getting away from me if I was attached to him like a fucking koala.
“What the fuck just happened?” His eyebrows drew together, and he looked genuinely bewildered.
A blush crept up my cheeks. “The hottest reunion kiss in history, if you ask me.”
His eyebrows shot up, and I tilted my head and smiled as I gently played with the hair at the nape of his neck. He was silent for a long moment, then leaned back in and grumbled, “Just for the record, definitely not a bad idea. Not at all.”
I giggled and slowly released my hold, which he took as a sign to step back. Colt was so much taller than me that the small distance between us was enough for my hands to slide down from his neck to his chest. “Just think of what I could do if I had a little more time on my hands.”
He shook his head slowly, a growl escaping his lips.
“I’d better not think about that if you want to get your shit in there today. It’s going to take a few minutes for my …excitementto be less obvious,” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
Inside, I was screaming and doing a happy dance at the same time. I had broken through Colt’s impervious control.And if I could do it once, I could do it again. This was just the beginning.
As Colt carried the first boxes up the steps, I knew I had miscalculated.Big time. Why had I thought it would be a good idea to watch Colt lug heavy boxes around?
I wouldn’t be surprised if I simply exploded with need by the end of the day. The ache spreading through my core had been throbbing ever since our littlepractice session. My battery-powered friends would definitely be put to good use later on. Colt’s arms, all big and brawny, looked way too good carrying my boxes around.
As we made our way back up the stairs to my room, me carrying a bag and Colt with two large boxes in his arms, I took in the people around us. Aside from a cursory double-take, probably due to his stature and size, no one really paid him much attention.
A few guys smiled at me as we climbed the steps, but once they saw Colt, they hurried away. I returned their smiles in a noncommittal way.
At this very moment, I couldn’t belessinterested in other men. As I walked in front of Colt, I couldn’t help but wonder if he might be checking me out. God, I hoped so.
He had worked up a sweat by the time all my things had finally reached their destination. His shirt stuck to his shoulder blades, and the odd drop of sweat ran down his face from his temples.
Sweat should be disgusting, but — probably just because it was Colt — it turned me on to see him like that. It was the way he looked after his games andthat dayat the pool.
He snapped me out of my silent admiration when he nudged one of my boxes labeled ‘GEAR’ with his toe and asked, “So,you’ll be cheering for me again?”
I blushed and quickly looked away, hoping he couldn’t read my mind. I didn’t know if I would ever tell him he was the reason I pushed to cheer in college. Cheering was fun, and I was good at it, but I could have lived without it. Give up the chance to be around Colt more often, though?No fucking way.
“Yeah, looks like it. Does it bother you?”
He snorted. “Oh yeah, it’s going to be awful having a cheerleader for a girlfriend.”
“Well, we’ll be around each other a lot. Do you think it’ll be too much for you? You know, with the girlfriend thing.”
“I hadn’t thought about it, but I don’t think so. I said yes, and I’ll stand by it. Why, did you change your mind?”
I chuckled as I turned to face him. “Nope. I just wanted to make sure you knew how often we’d be together.”
“How thoughtful of you. If anything, it makes it all the more appealing.”
“Oh yeah?” I raised an eyebrow, inwardly freaking out. His arms crossed over his chest, legs slightly apart, as he leaned against my desk.
“Hailey, you do realize that you could probably geteveryother guy on campus to help you with this, right?” His jaw twitched.
